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Hey! Are you the one who wrote the Michael Gray imagine about the girl who owns the flower shop (it had like 20+ chapters)? I've been looking for it for ages! If you aren't, do you know who did?

Hahaha yep that is me! I’m fairly certain that I have a link to it on Wattpad on my page. I’d link it to you directly right now but am using botch wifi in Italy at the moment 😂

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The Girl Behind the Counter

intro: This is an on going Michael fic I’ve been working on. It is also featured on Wattpad where it can be read as one cohesive story. The whole plot will include swearing, sex, and violence. *constructive feedback is welcomed*   **like seriously I crave feedback**

Chapter 23 (Previous Chapters)

As quickly as she appeared Maxie left. Michael tried to run after her, but she had left her ignition running so by the time he made it out of the warehouse she was closing the car door. He had no hope of catching her. “What the FUCK?!” Tommy yelled after having chased Michael. “It was Maxie all along. She was the other shooter. The white roses were her Aunt’s favorite.  They reminded her of snow on Christmas morning.” Michael explained. “Little flower shop princess went on a rampage?” John asked in shock.

“She hadn’t been dealing with it any other way, and she kept telling me to stop talking about the shooting. And earlier she tried to tell me, she said she had something to finish.” Michael himself could hardly believe what he was saying. “How does she know how to shoot like that?” Arthur asked. “I don’t bloody know!” Michael exclaimed. “Well c’mon mate, we have to get you to her!” Tommy said, rushing everyone into the car. They checked Michael’s place, Maxie’s, Arrow House, and even her Aunt’s grave but couldn’t find her anywhere. Finally Michael took to just wandering the streets of Small Heath, praying she would turn up. He then heard church bells and realized where she was. Hesitantly, Michael opened the cathedral door. He blinked to adjust to the substantially darker interior. In the back row he saw the back of a familiar head and sighed in relief. He walked up and sat down next to her. She was crying. This was the first time Michael had ever seen her properly cry. “I talked to a priest. I told him everything. It doesn’t make it okay though.” She said between sobs. “Hey, hey come here! He took all of your family, everything you knew, and left you with the likes of me.” Michael brought her heaving frame to his chest. “The others didn’t. Those three at the pub? They didn’t even know what hit them. Or the two with Falco today. I’m a murderer and I’m so so sorry.” She cried. “You know I am the absolute very last person who can judge you Maxie.” Michael stroked her hair. “Are you sure?” She sniffed and looked up at him. “I’m positive. I keep getting you all wrong. I keep thinking that you need me to protect you, or to avenge you, but you prove me wrong every time. You don’t need me.” Michael soothed. “No, you’re wrong. I do need you. I went insane Michael. I went crazy and didn’t even tell you. I kept it from you, and I shouldn’t have. I need you to help me from going mental.” She pleaded with him. “I tell you what, you promise to marry me and I’ll help you from going mental, as long as you help me from going mental.” Michael brushed the tears from her cheeks. Maxie laughed despite her still falling tears. “You’ve got yourself a deal Michael Gray! We might need a different church though, I think I scared this priest away. Catholics no long condone murder, even the murder of gangsters.” She giggled. “That’s okay, we’ll find a protestant church. They’ll take anybody.” Michael leaned down and gently kissed her. The girl behind the counter wasn’t so different from Michael after all. Maxie made a much better gangster than himself, or even Tommy for that matter. She out smarted and out maneuvered all of them, and Maxie had done it without missing a single shot. She may have lost all of her blood relatives, but Maxie was a Shelby now. “One last thing.” Michael said. “Yes?” Maxie looked at him with concern. “Will you give me a shooting lesson?” Michael asked, causing more laughter from Maxie. “We’re going to be unstoppable together, aren’t we?” She cooed. “You’re damn right we will.” Michael agreed.

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The Girl Behind the Counter

intro: This is an on going Michael fic I’ve been working on. The whole plot will include swearing, sex, and violence. *constructive feedback is welcomed* 

Chapter 11 (previous chapters)

“Alright I’m dressed, what’s the big surprise?” (Y/N) asked while walking out of the London hotel bathroom. Michael froze at the sight of her. She wore a tauntingly sheer dress the exact shade of a clear blue sky with a black lace slip underneath. The blue fabric dragged the ground in the back, but was cut higher in the front so that the beautiful black heels, perfect for dancing, were visible. Diamonds in the shape of tear drops hung from her ears and in her hair was a diadem in the most fashionable art deco style. Her (Y/C) hair beautifully shaped her face with soft finger waves.

“Michael?” (Y/N) brought the boy out of his trance. “You are the most stunning creature to ever walk this planet.” He said with his eyes still wide. “Oh please.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes while retrieving her black fur coat from the closet. “No, no I mean it! You are so beautiful! You’re like a princess from a fairytale! I’m mean it baby doll! You’re like Cinderella at the party! My god you put Marie Antoinette, Anne Boleyn, and Cleopatra all to shame! My God you are radiate!” Compliments just kept pouring from Michael’s mouth, but (Y/N) wasn’t any good at accepting compliments. Possibly because she had a difficult time believing them. “Oh please stop babbling! My curiosity is killing me! What’s the surprise?” (Y/N) changed the subject. Michael offered her his arm, which she took, and he led her to a chauffeured car that took them to the Royal Ballet Theater. Men in top hats and women in tiara’s were entering. Michael felt wildly out of place, and even though she looked the part, (Y/N) felt a bit miss placed at first too. When they walked into the theater a smartly dressed usher offered them playbills and (Y/N) realized the surprise. “Giselle! Michael I expected you to be tuning me out completely when I told you!” (Y/N) exclaimed while wrapping her arms around him. When younger (Y/N) had been a ballet dancer herself. She was even set to join the Royal Ballet School until the war broke out and she opted to stay home with her mother. She had to give up dance completely when she took over the flower shop, but she still kept her satin slippers and would every so often put them on and do a few relevés and piqué turns to prove to herself that she still could. During one of their very first brunch dates she had told Michael that Giselle was her favorite ballet and he had remembered. “You are an absolute darling!” She beamed. Michael had been a bit worried that he would be insanely bored for the entire evening, but he ended up getting caught up in the music and the way the dancers moved through the air like it was simply water. Above all Michael enjoyed watching (Y/N). He was certain he could count the number of times she blinked during both acts on one hand she was so focused. It was like she didn’t want to miss a single second. Her eyes were so bright and alive. She would rest her head on the edge of their box and look longingly at the stage until some particularly difficult lift or leap was performed, then her head would pop up and she’d delicately place her hand to her mouth, as if to stifle an ‘oh my!’  Seeing the ballet through her eyes was the most beautiful thing Michael had ever seen. At the end (Y/N) stood and clapped and yelled brava as the principle dancers were given flowers. “Thank you Michael. That was absolutely magnificent. I still can’t believe that you remembered!” She kissed his cheek. “You’re welcome love.” He smiled, but stopped when he actually got a good look at her eyes once the lights had come back up. There were tears in them. “You’re sad.” He said with dismay. “No! No I’m not really! It was just so lovely, and the prima was so perfect and the corp looked so beautiful. It made me realize how much I miss it is all. But trust me, this has been nothing less than magical! Thank you again!” Once more she kissed him. Michael hadn’t thought about seeing what she had missed out on possibly upsetting her. Growing up Michael had never had anything he was particularly passionate about, but (Y/N) was full of passion. ‘I wonder if that’s why I get in such violent moods? Because I have pent up passions?’ Michael thought to himself, but quickly pushed such thoughts to the back of his mind. ‘Anyway, I’ll build her a dance studio in the spare room myself once we’re married.’ The thought came and went through his mind so quickly and easily Michael almost didn’t catch what thought had just occurred to him. As easily as if he was breathing air, Michael had just realized that he wanted to marry (Y/N).

“I’m so sorry, but there is some business with a partner whose rum we sell that Tommy wanted me to meet with and he told me that this is the only time he could meet with me.” Michael apologized. “11:30 on a Thursday night is the only time he could meet?” (Y/N) asked. “Yep, that’s Alfie Solomons for you.” Michael sighed. “Solomons, thats the one whose man you killed.” (Y/N) realized. “Yeah, that might have something to do with the inconvenient timing.” Michael grumbled. “You can wait in the car if you like.” He told her. “And if I don’t like?” She returned. He was afraid she’d say that. “This isn’t the sort of business you need to involve yourself in.” Michael tried to explain. “Good thing I don’t need to, but want to!” As soon as the car stopped (Y/N) popped out before Michael could stop her. The two walked into the warehouse and past barrels and barrels of illegal rum to where Alfie’s office was. “Mr. Solomons.” Michael extended his hand in greeting to the tall bearded man behind the dark oak desk. “Michael lad! Haven’t seen you since that nasty business with my boy you shot in the back!” The words sounded warm and welcoming but (Y/N) recognized the bitter after tone quite clearly, even if all of his words seemed to get a bit muffled and lost in his facial hair. “Oh and Hello, who is this? You brought Cinderella from the bloody ball did you?” Alfie chuckled, taking (Y/N)’s satin gloved hand and kissing the top of it. “What in the world is a beautiful and respectful lady such as yourself doing  with the likes of this Peaky bugger?” He asked. “What am I doing with him? I’m having my evening with him which was inconvenienced, that’s what I’m doing. I suggest you boys get on with your business.” (Y/N) said while decidedly taking a seat that was not offered to her. “Well then, we best do as the lady says.” Alfie mumbled. Michael sat and the two began talking logistics and about people (Y/N) didn’t know, so she kept quiet, but engaged. She listened to every word and the extra meanings behind all those words. “What do you mean its gonna be another fuckin’ month?” Alfie yelled at Michael. “Falco is proving persistent. We’ve made great headway in Liverpool, but he’s presented us with a few road blocks.”Michael tried to calmly explain. “Headway? Did he say headway?” Alfie now turned to (Y/N) where she lounged in her chair, never once removing her eyes from the situation. “He did say headway.” She calmly responded. “That’s what I thought. Would you like to know what I do to liars darlin’?” Alfie once again addressed her. “Please, Mr. Solomons, enlighten me.” She replied with out a hint of the fear Alfie was so used to inflicting. “I FUCKING SHOOT THEM, THAT’S WHAT I DO!” He yelled while pulling a gun from his desk drawer and pointing it at Michael. “I AIN’T NO LIAR!” Michael yelled back, not helping one bit. With an exhausted sigh (Y/N) stood up and placed herself between the gun and Michael. “What the fuck are you doing?!” He hissed at her, but she ignored him. “Do you like my coat, Mr. Solomons?” She simply asked. “What?” The confused man replied, gun still in place. “How about my gown? Do you like it?” She motioned to the sheer fabric. “I do yeah.” He truthfully mumbled. “Well then you wouldn’t want to ruin it, or my nice coat, would you?” (Y/N) spoke as if she were talking to a small child. “No of course not.” Alfie was still confused. “Good.” She smirked, but then her voice deepened and she spoke very succinctly, “Because that’s what would happen if you shot Michael, because the bullet would have to pass through this dress, me, and my coat first.” She stared him down without blinking. To be quite honest, she was terrifying, even amongst the company of gangsters. Alfie paused for a moment that was so tense Michael was about to shove (Y/N) out of the way and just take the bullet. Then suddenly Alfie burst into laughter. “You’ve got some balls for such a pretty lady!” Alfie guffawed. “They’re bigger than the pairs you two have got if you can’t sit down and behave like the respectable fucking businessmen you are.” (Y/N) sat back down. “God bless you son! That woman of yours is fire!” Alfie was still laughing. “Don’t I know it, but why did you call me a liar?” Michael returned to business. “Oh right, yeah, cause I got a guy that tells me Falco’s got a bloke or two sneakin' round Birmingham. That don’t sound like headway to me.” Alfie too returned to business. “Well now you know what brings Michael and I to town Mr. Solomons. The Peaky Blinders are well aware of the rats on our turf and Michael brought me here to make sure I didn’t accidentally get blood on my coat while the rats are being handled. As you saw by my little soap box speech, I’m rather fond of this coat. I rarely get a chance to wear it out because Michael, Tommy, Arthur, John, and all the rest of the Peaky Blinders spend so much time in Liverpool no one is ever around to take me out. From my point of view it seems like they run that stupid city, but being the intelligent businessmen Michael and his cousins are, I’m sure they want to make sure your investment is nice and secure so you don’t have to risk anything and I think that’s worth a mere couple of more weeks. I, on the other hand, am getting to wear this coat for the first time in a long time, yet I’m stuck in your office because you think scheduling a meeting this late means you can piss farther, but I think that the Peaky Blinders taking out Falco at no cost to you but time means they can piss much much farther, so I officially declare this pissing match closed. Should you have any questions or concerns I suggest you schedule a meeting with Michael.” (Y/N) promptly stood and left the office, shadowed my Michael. Alfie was so in shock he didn’t even try and stop them from leaving. Once back in the car (Y/N) was prepared to apologize for commandeering the meeting, but instead was silenced by Michael’s lips on hers. “That was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” He growled before resuming his kiss. Yep, he definitely wanted to marry her, and he hope the way she had referred to the Peaky Blinder’s turf as ‘ours’ meant that she’d want to marry him too.

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The Girl Behind the Counter

intro: This is an on going Michael fic I’ve been working on. It is also featured on Wattpad where it can be read as one cohesive story. The whole plot will include swearing, sex, and violence. *constructive feedback is welcomed*   **like seriously I crave feedback**

Chapter 19 (Previous Chapters)

"You keep this up and I'll be the healthier one in this relationship." Maxie scolded as she pressed ice to Michael's broken nose. Maxie had been out of hospital for a few weeks and was making a speedy recovery, physically at least. "She's right. You can't keep going out and picking fights mate. We get that you're angry but stumbling in here every morning bleedin' all over isn't the answer." Finn agreed.

Michael had taken up the habit of going out, getting pissed drunk, and hitting anyone who looked at him the wrong way. He never used razor blades because he promised Maxie, but his fists could do enough damage. He looked down at his purple knuckles that were still slippery with blood. He was beyond angry, he was enraged, and if he kept his current behavior up it'd kill him. But he felt he couldn't stop. He enjoyed the feel of his fist hitting bone as he punched someone's chin. He liked seeing the blood. He wanted Falco's blood. Until they figure out a way to kill that bomb expert, and Falc0, and every member of his bloody gang for that matter, Michael would continue to lash out. "Liyana, will you grab me some fresh water and some clean rags?" Maxie asked. Just then the other three Shelby brothers came down the stairs into the kitchen. "Right; Michael, Finn, upstairs. There's work to do." Tommy ordered. "Do your bloody work down here Tommo, I haven't finished cleaning Michael up." Maxie gave an order right back. He and his brothers shared uneasy glances. "Oh, what? Do you think Ana and I are gonna run off to Falco and tell him all your secrets? Just get on with it!" Maxie gripped. Ever since the accident people had been treating her like a fragile little porcelain doll and she was sick of it. "Fine then. We know the name of the explosives expert. Marco Rossi. We also know he has a standing date with his mistress as the Cafe Gustoso every Thursday at noon. Seeing as it's a Tuesday that's not enough time to come up with a plan of attack so we aim to strike next week. Now are you sure you ladies want to be here for the bit where we plan murder?" Tommy sarcastically asked while cocking an eyebrow at Maxie. "Fine then, go be men and sharpen your battle axes or what fucking ever. I've gotten most of the blood off of him now." Maxie threw the red dirty rag on the table as a sign of defeat. All the boys ran upstairs except for Michael who stopped to cup Maxie's face in his hands. "I'm sorry I do this to you. I'm sorry I fight. But it'll all be over once I kill Falco. I love you. I really fucking love you." He kissed her and then headed up to Tommy's study. "Alright Liyana. Now that the children are off at play you and I can get to work, yeah?" She smiled mischievously. "Hell yeah." Liyana returned her mischievous smile.

"Have you seen this?! It's un-fucking-believeable! Just one week before we were gonna fucking off him!" Michael angrily threw the copy of the Friday edition of the newspaper on the table. "SUSPECTED GANGSTER AND ARSONIST FOUND SHOT OUTSIDE OF CAFE" Maxie read out load. The front page picture was of a man with greased hair and a thin mustache with a single hole in his forehead, presumably from a bullet. He had roses cascaded all over his body and a broken vase next to his head. He must have knocked a vase and flowers over when he was shot. 'It's wonderfully poetic.'  Maxie thought. "I can't believe this!" Michael yelled. "Why are you angry? The bastard is dead this is something to celebrate!" Maxie reasoned. "Yeah, but he was mine! I wanted his death! It should have been me!" Michael shouted. "Calm down! A man like that had to have loads of enemies who all though his death belonged to them! It's done! The cunt is worm food! Try to find a little happiness in that for fuck's sake! It's my family he offed and you don't see me throwing a fucking hissy fit!!!" Maxie yelled. "You're right. You're absolutely right. I'm sorry. It's just... Every night when I go to sleep I see you lying there bleeding out." Michael whispered. "All you have to do is reach over, and you'll feel me. Safe and right beside you." Maxie hushed him. "Yeah, safe and beside me. Right where you belong." He placed a gentle kiss in her blonde curls.

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The Girl Behind the Counter

intro: This is an on going Michael fic I’ve been working on. It is also featured on Wattpad where it can be read as one cohesive story. The whole plot will include swearing, sex, and violence. *constructive feedback is welcomed*   **like seriously I crave feedback**

Chapter 22 (Previous Chapters)

Liyana sat by Finn’s side as he laid in bed with stitches closing up the hole in his leg. Michael, Polly, and Finn’s brothers, sans Tommy, were in the room with him. All night Ana had been fretting over him and making sure he was comfortable. Arthur and John joked that he wasn’t even shot anywhere good, but Michael thought that there was no point in laughing at the love of a good woman. He kept reminding himself of the long list of reasons why Maxie shouldn’t marry him and why he should have never asked, but that didn’t help fill the sudden emptiness he found himself with.

A knock came at the door and Tommy entered. “I’ve just received word. Falco wants to parlay.” He announced. “Good. Stop this bloody nonsense.”  Polly said. “You three go. I’ll stay with Finn.” Michael mumbled. Polly looked at her son with worry. She could tell that something was terribly wrong but hadn’t had a chance to ask him about it yet. “Actually, the correspondence I received insisted you come along.” Tommy looked at his little cousin. Michael’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. Why would he need to be there? He assumed the attack on the flower shop was simply for convenience’s sake. It was an easy target compared to Arrow House. Now Michael wondered if Falco didn’t have some personal issue with him. “Okay.” Michael agreed, while standing up. Michael and his cousins drove to an address that had been on a letter delivered by an errand boy, Falco’s they assumed. They found themselves in an old warehouse somewhere between Birmingham and Liverpool. After staking out the area and making sure it wasn’t an ambush they entered. They found Falco sitting at a table, flanked by two men. “We were pleased to receive your message.” Tommy said while taking an empty seat on the other side of the table. “My message? You called this meeting.” Falco looked at him wearily. The two guards behind him shared uneasy glances. They had no doubt seen the scene the Peaky Blinders had left in their pub and seen the ghostly white of those roses for themselves. “No, no we didn’t call any meeting. You summoned us here.” Tommy said with an equally weary tone. “Why the fuck would I call a civil meeting with you sick bastards? Do you Peaky fuckers get off on that shit? Leaving fucking calling cards?” Falco spat. “What?” Tommy was completely lost. “The flowers.” Michael knew what Falco meant. “Bloody right the flowers! I knew you stitched fucking razors in your hats, but leaving little white roses on dead bodies like little flecks of snow? It’s sick!” Falco yelled. “White like snow.” Michael quietly repeated to himself. Suddenly the puzzle pieces began to fall into place. “The flowers weren’t us.” Tommy admitted. “Then who the fuck did that?” Falco asked. “Holy fuck.” Michael said slightly louder so that everyone else could hear him. “Michael? Is there something you’d like to share with the group?” Tommy cocked an eyebrow at him. As he did so the warehouse door flew open and two shots rang out. The bodyguards fell to the ground. Instinctively, everyone hit the deck. Everyone but Michael. The sound of heels echoed in the empty space. John was the first to look up, then Tommy, then Arthur. All three of their jaws dropped. “Freddie Falco, get the fuck up you cowering piece of shit.” Maxie ordered. The Liverpool gangster stood up and embarrassedly brushed himself off when he saw it was a woman who was before him. “Hold this for me?” Maxie reached her arm out. Confused, Falco took the object from her. His eyes widened with horror when he realized it was a white rose. Then Maxie released one last bullet.

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The Girl Behind the Counter

intro: This is an on going Michael fic I’ve been working on. It is also featured on Wattpad where it can be read as one cohesive story. The whole plot will include swearing, sex, and violence. *constructive feedback is welcomed*   **like seriously I crave feedback**

Chapter 17 (Previous Chapters)

This chapter now shifts the story to be about an OC (Y/N) is now Maxamiliana, but she prefers to be called Maxie.

Liyana had been offered to stay at Arrow House, but she admittedly declined. “I’m not leavin’ her. She’s didn’t leave me behind and I won’t leave her.” Tommy sighed, knowing there would be no budging her. “At least come to clean up. You’ve still got dust all over you. You can clean up, get a fresh dress, and then we’ll escort you back here.” Tommy reasoned. “Escort me? Am I the bloody queen now?” Liyana chastised. “No, she’s the queen.” Michael declared from where he sat next to Maxie’s bed. “Michael ain’t going to leave her, trust me. She won’t be alone. Besides, she’ll probably still be out by the time you get back.” Tommy said. Ana gave him a weary look. She didn’t trust the Peaky Blinders. She tried to tell Maxie that seeing Michael was a bad idea, but she wouldn’t listen and now here they all were. Eventually the urge to rid herself of the soot and blood won. “Fine.” She grumbled to Tommy. “Wonderful, come right this way and we’ll get you all cleaned up.” And so Liyana went into the lion’s den.

Once at Arrow House Liyana gasped at the size of it. King George himself might as well live there. “Why do you have so many rooms?” Liyana asked. “Because I can.” Tommy replied. Once inside Polly Shelby ran up to them. “How is she?!” There was panic in her eyes. “Fucked up.” Liyana responded. Polly turned to her with an appalled look. “That’s right. She’s fucked up. You all fucked her up. She’ll live though.” Ana spat at the most powerful woman in Birmingham. “Who the hell is this?” Polly turned back to Tommy. “This is Liyana. She’s Maxie’s friend and they’re both in danger after this attack. She’s here to get cleaned up and then she’s going back to Maxie. I’m sending John and Finn with her so there can be extra muscle at the hospital.” Tommy informed. “Right, well, come on lets clean you up.” Polly said while leading Liyana to the bathroom. “The bath is nice and warm for you. I’ll go and see if I can find some new clothes for you. I’ll bring some tea too.” Polly’s maternal side had kicked in. Normally if someone had had an out burst at her like Liyana did before then that person would have Polly as their enemy for life. In Ana’s case Polly understood her anger. She knew that both the Peaky Blinders and Falco had Maxie’s blood on their hands.  "Do you have coconut oil? And a wide tooth comb maybe? My hair is different. I don’t like to just stick it down with pomade. I like my curls.“ Liyana had calmed down and was now thankful for Polly’s help. "I’ll see what I can find dear.” Polly assured her. It took Ana hours to get all of the grime out of her hair and off of her scalp. Polly helped her rinse her curls and kept reheating the water in the tub. Polly watched as Ana sectioned off her hair and ran the coconut oil through it with her fingers, detangling any problems spots she came across. “I have to keep the oil in for a bit. Sorry this is such a long process.” Liyana apologized. “It’s no bother dear. I had no idea you couldn’t simply brush your hair and be done with it.” Polly admitted. “No, there’s a bit more to it than that” Ana smiled. “I like that your hair is curly. Josephine Baker is a fine dancer but I don’t much care for her oily hair.” Polly remarked. “A lot of us, black girls I mean, straighten our hair and slick it down like Josephine Baker. They but lye on their heads and they stick their head right on the board and bring the Iron to their hair. Others where wigs to make things easier. but in my village we would never do that. We’d braid out hair in beautiful patterns. And we’d wear our hair in a way that you all call kinky, but shape it to be beautiful domes or cones. The only reason I don’t do that now is that my natural hair can still somewhat fall into a bob like look, but I won’t straighten my curls.” Liyana explained. “I see why you and Maxie are such good friends. You said you come from a village, where?” Polly asked. “In Swaziland. I’m from Mantenga village in Swaziland. It’s in the south of Africa. My family came her when I was ten. Maxie took me in when I was twelve. She helped us get a home and papers and she gave me a job as long as I still went to school. She was my family’s guardian angel, and now she is a sister to me.” Liyana had silent tears streaming down her face. “She’s going to be alright. She knew she was getting into trouble when she mixed in with us. It was her choice. I’m sorry it effected you. But don’t worry, this act won’t go unpunished.” Polly’s voice grew deep and almost maniacal. Once finished bathing and dressing Ana was introduced to John and Finn. “Ana, these are my nephews John and Finn Shelby. You boys better keep this girl safe or I’ll have all four of your bullocks pickled in a jar.” Polly warned and Ana smirked. From the moment Liyana had walked up with her raven curls bouncing in a merry manner and her onyx eyes looked up at him, Finn’s heart began to cantor, three beats at a time with the fourth being skipped. She had a tender smile and when he saw her smile turn into a playful smirk his heart went into a wild gallup. “Right this way Miss.” Finn offered her his arm and she timidly took it. She had only ever been offered nasty things from men on the streets of Small Heath. Something about the youthful freckles coating Finn’s face calmed her and she walked off towards the car with him. John and Polly shared a knowing look and then chuckled to each other while shaking their heads. “Between Michael and now Finn, nothing bad will every happen to Maxie or Liyana ever again!” John laughed as he too walked out to the waiting car.

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The Girl Behind the Counter

intro: This is an on going Michael fic I’ve been working on. The whole plot will include swearing, sex, and violence.

Chapter 6 (ch.1  ch.2  ch.3  ch.4  ch.5)

“My God you are beautiful!” John exclaimed when he eventually found Michael and (Y/N). “(Y/N), this is my cousin John.” Michael once again grumbled his introduction. “Pleased to meet you.” She smiled. “Oh no sweetheart, not as pleased as me!” He smiled right back. Michael cleared his throat awkwardly, just as Finn walked up. “Oi Finn! This is (Y/N), and (Y/N) this is me baby brother Finn.” John said while wrapping an arm around Finn’s neck in a rough housing manor. “I’m not a baby.” Finn mumbled.

“I do believe you and I have met before Finn.” (Y/N) said. Finn nodded while looking down at his feet. “I remember because you found your shoes to be very interesting then too.” She coyly smiled. “Oi Finn! Look at him blush!” John teased, and (Y/N) was pleased that even Michael smiled. “Hello, hello, don’t tell me this is the flower shop girl our Michael is mad for? It can’t be! You must be some sort of angel who fell all the way down from heaven to grace us with your presence!” Arthur walked up and joined the group. “(Y/N), my oldest cousin Arthur.” Michael introduced. “Hello Arthur. May I suggest sticking to being a gang member and leave beautiful sayings to the poets?” She teased, causing everyone to laugh. “Alright, alright, I admit I might have been a bit cliche, but I meant it. You are absolutely beautiful.” Arthur told her. “Yeah.” John pipped up and Finn nodded in agreement. “Oh, well, thank you. That’s very kind.” (Y/N) blushed. Michael had had enough. He didn’t like the idea of any other man making her blush. “Alright, 3 out of 4 brothers down. Any of you seen Tommy?” He asked his cousins. “Yeah, he’s back over there with Aunt Pol.” Finn pointed the two out. “My God look at that! Finn has a face! And its not too bad to look at either.” (Y/N) winked at the littlest Shelby, causing him to turn bright red, to his brother’s delight. Michael smiled too at how flustered (Y/N)’s tease had made him. They walked away as John and Arthur were still choking on laughter. “Oh that was mean of me, I just fed him to those wolves of brothers.” (Y/N) said in hindsight. “Finn has spent his whole life as their chew toy. It’s why they love him so much.” Michael assured her. “(Y/N)! Marvelous to see you again dear!” Polly greeted as the couple walked up. “You as well, our last meeting seemed to be cut a bit short.” (Y/N) clearly aimed this statement at Michael. Polly smirked and Michael tried to ignore them. “(Y/N), this is Thomas Shelby, Tommy this is (Y/F&L/N).” It was the most formal introduction Michael had made amongst the family. “A pleasure to meet you Mr. Shelby.” She extended a hand, not to be kissed as Tommy expected, but to be shook. “Please, call me Tommy. I must say that is a very sturdy hand shake you have.” Tommy had, once again, assumed wrong when he thought her hands would be soft and delicate. “My grandfather used to tell my uncles that a man should always have a firm handshake, and I thought it silly for that rule not to extend to women.” She explained. “Oh I like you.” Polly smiled. “I like her too, be careful you don’t fuck this up Michael.” Tommy warned. Michael was the jealous type, though he would never admit to that. He heard Tommy’s words as a threat and his jaw clenched. This did not go unnoticed by the three around him. Tommy waited to see in what way Michael would be ridiculous, Polly waited for the war that was obviously about to go down between the two men, but (Y/N) stroked Michaels arm and laughed while saying, “He’s done well so far.” Michael and Tommy’s attention was subsequently turned to her and the tension was gone. Polly stared at her in amazement at how easily she had handled that. After mingling for a bit longer (Y/N) saw that Michael’s short fuse was growing shorter so she suggested that they say goodnight. Michael was only too happy to agree with her and head home. Once they had left, Tommy and Polly turned their conversation to her. “She’s pretty. Very, very pretty.” Tommy said between the cigarette hanging on his lips. “And clever too. She reads people well. She handles people well. She’s good for Michael.” Polly said. “I agree. Did you notice, there is something wild in her too? She’ll give him the hell he deserves.” Tommy smirked. “She’s Rosemary Lee’s granddaughter.” Polly informed. “Well I’ll be dammed. Michael is a goner then, isn’t he?” Tommy lightly laughed. “Yes, though I’m not sure either of them know it yet.” Polly answered.